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My journey of appreciation. March 28, 2016. And so another Easter has come and gone. The shops are full of heavily discounted Easter eggs and I think …. Continue reading →. The absence of words. March 6, 2016. I haven’t written a blog for quite some time, I think it’s about three months. I can’t exactly pinpoint why …. Continue reading →. November 6, 2015. On this day fifty years ago there was a simple wedding. The bride was young; her smile was immense lighting …. Continue reading →. October 11, 2015.

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The Child | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. Asymp; 3 Comments. This story is the beginning of a short story I’ve written. I’d love some feedback and if you’re interested in reading the rest, I’d be happy to share. It wasn’t long now. The child knew they were close. The walk had taken them many miles from home but she had been this way so many times before she recognised the bend ahead. Once dressed, the girls joined their mother downstairs for some warm milk and bread. Mother, will we see him today? She was a quiet chil...

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Anzac Day 2015 – the Buckley story | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. Anzac Day 2015 – the Buckley story. Asymp; 8 Comments. Jeremiah Buckley’s name projected onto the Australian War Memorial. Jeremiah Buckley’s attestation papers. Pride isn’t an emotion we speak of easily but I’m proud to have such brave men in my ancestry. Like so many Australians and New Zealanders today, I remember them and pray for the men and women serving today. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. As a p...

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Adventure on a winter’s day | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. Adventure on a winter’s day. Asymp; 3 Comments. Finally after weeks of horrible weather on the weekends we’ve got the perfect winters day for an adventure. Lately it seems like every weekend has been windy, frosty, foggy or gloomy while every day at work I’ve caught ten or fifteen minutes of gorgeous still blue days during a rapid fire lunch break. Well today was the day for a glorious winter’s day on a weekend. The dogs were both confused and excited by all the animals we saw...

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A day away | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. Asymp; 3 Comments. National gallery of australia. There’s a certain smug satisfaction when everyone you know is at work and you’re indulging yourself with delightful pleasures of art and food. A day off can be productive, fun and enjoyable but to raise it to great heights it has to have elements of self-indulgence. A day of pure escapism to tantalise all the senses not all at once but stretched out for the whole day. After a quick spot of shopping I needed a visual feast and s...

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Watching the world go by | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. Watching the world go by. Asymp; 6 Comments. What are you staring at sweet girl? You sit there on your nice soft blanket gazing out the window at the arrival of the day. You are still and peaceful, occasionally your ears perk up as a car goes past or a waking bird sings. Are you watching the soft tendrils of sun slowly creep over the houses in front? Your head lifts, one ear flipped backwards and your nose twitches. Are you about to bark? And it begins the hysterical violent b...

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The Child – the final chapter | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. The Child – the final chapter. Asymp; 3 Comments. This is the final part of the story. It’s longer than the last two pieces but hopefully answers all your questions. The child stepped back in fear; she could hear the discontent in people’s voices and the anger rising in the soldiers as they yelled at people pushing their way through the gate. Mother, she sobbed. Please, I’m scared. The soldier’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, he had seen mother twice a week for many mont...

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The Child – Part 2 | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. The Child – Part 2. Asymp; 1 Comment. I want these items sold quickly so we can head to the house before lunch. Their mother was in a hurry, she hated waiting to sell the craft but she had no choice as it was the only way to feed them now. The child moved closer to her mother as fear crept into her heart. She didn’t like the way the town felt, there was something wrong and she knew somehow they were involved. Mother, what is happening? The child hid her face in her mother’s sk...

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A walk around the lake | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. A walk around the lake. Asymp; 4 Comments. Looking across Lake Tuggeranong towards the east. The puppies and I are sitting on the couch listening to the gentle patter of rain on the roof and wondering what the hell happened to summer. It began with a blistering start but the last month has been wet and unpleasant, while the last week has been cold forcing us to walk in nine degrees in the mornings. It’s not normal and after last year’s heat it’s quite a surprise. Too right, ve...

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A frosty walk | definitionsofagoodlife

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My journey of appreciation. Asymp; 2 Comments. It’s not quite winter. It’s that halfway mark between cold mornings and warm autumn days to freezing mornings with sunny days that can be very warm if you find the right spot. About half way I finally felt warm but was still without feeling in some of my fingers. I checked the temperature on my phone and it was finally nudging the positive side of zero. It was a glorious autumn day and the dogs spent the rest of it lying at the window warming up in the sunsh...